The 2-foot with the fur on the top of her head has decided to be ill (how stewpid is that?). She was due to have a few days off werk anyway, but instead of using the time to wait on us non-stop she's been coughing and spluttering and generally feeling sorry for herself. To make it worse, the 2-foot with no fur on the top of his head made her lay on the sofa, brought her treats, and put a soppy DVD on the light up box for her (Benjamin Button or some such rubbish) which of course meant that he spent far less time feeding us treats.